Anyone who cannot come to terms with his life
while he is alive needs one hand to ward off a
little his despair over his fate... but with his other hand
he can note down what he sees among the ruins.
- Franz Kafka

Friday, December 2, 2011

(K) pareve (Previously Recorded)

I close the door
Lock, relock
How locked can I lock it

I shut windows
Dust is dangerous
Still water, Legionaires'

I paste the cracks
With my knees
Bees knees
With melting wax
Slippery sheets and pleats

I close my eyes
With contacts in
And falling flakes
My path to make

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